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"The front door was unlocked this morning, and the display case has been emptied," I said, glancing at the crumbs scattered across the counter. "That's the fourth time this week." She wiped flour from her hands and pressed them against her apron. "Someone in this town has a sweet tooth and no shame." "Has anyone seen Old Pete? He was muttering about your cinnamon rolls again yesterday." "Old Pete can barely get himself up the hill without wheezing. He didn't do this." "Then what about Clara's boy? I saw him lingering near the back alley last night." She narrowed her eyes, pulling open the cash register. "Empty too. Whoever this is, they're not just hungry—they're smart. They wiped the counter clean with bleach." "Then they're close. Someone who knows your routine." She reached beneath the counter and produced a small notebook. "I've been keeping a list. Every day, same time—around four in the morning." "You've been tracking them?" "I've been baking all night, and they never knew I was here. Whatever comes next, they won't expect me to be waiting."